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Notes on the Poem

Poem "Eighteen" in Sue Goyette's Ocean is quite the lachrymose wave of, well, lachrymose waves. How, then, does she manage to make such a tide of tears sound so jaunty and even like there should be reason to be hopeful?
Seeds of doubt about the sadness of "our ancestors" are sown from the outset. "Some believed" they'd "been very sad", which suggests some did not believe that. That they were sad because "[t]hey'd been promised a great many things" is, well, sad, but might suggest they were kind of complacent, waiting for things to be handed to them. For example, rather than letting the "fruit drop", why weren't they out harvesting it?
When we reach the delightful phrase "a talk show / of rain clouds" - don't you think those unhappy ancestors are being mocked, maybe ever so gently? When they continue to be dismayed, even when "feral happiness" is nipping at their heels, don't they seem to be perversely and unnecessarily wallowing in grief?
When their tears evolve into sources of sustenance and livelihood, it still seems the ancestors are reluctant to celebrate this bounty, with the passive observation:
"more like accepted that which we'd inherited"
Is the seeming continued sadness because of ...
"how the eyes of those original tears
would persist, how they'd keep watching."
Are those eyes a vestige of a truly sad past, or is the watchfulness something in which to take comfort?